Just For You

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Cinderella posted at 4:50 AM

Setting: Prom

He leaned in slightly. She held her breath, with no idea what was going to happen next. This was a dream come true, she could have swore the her a few months back would have never pictured herself in a scene like this.

"Let's take a stroll outside after this, " he whispered in her ear. And then he drew back, grabbed her hand and led her towards the center of the ballroom.

Her heart palpitated rapidly, adrenaline still pumping through her veins after what just happened. Silently, she admitted she had expected something more than that to happen.

And for the rest of the evening, they danced, ate and drank (juice) till the clock struck eleven.

All the seniors streamed out of the ballroom slowly, but they were already outside of the hotel, walking along the narrow path that cut through the garden outside the building.

They strolled along slowly, her relatively small hand in his large ones. The breeze that blew at night was cold, but it didn't matter as she could feel the warmth from his palms spread across her entire body, melting her heart.

Her ankles had started to hurt from all that walking and dancing in heels. Taking smaller steps, she tried her best to keep up with his pace. Perhaps he had noticed, perhaps he had not.

They soon arrived at a bench in the middle of the garden. He sat down and patted on the empty space beside him, signalling her to sit down as well. She sat down, rather uncomfortable with the little space between him and her right now. She wasn't uncomfortable because it was awkward, but rather, her heart had started to beat quickly once again. Taking in deep breaths, she forced herself to calm down, to no avail.

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye (since she had been staring down the entire time), she saw him untie the shoelaces of his shoe. Question marks appeared above her head as she wondered what he was going to do. He removed them thereafter and to her utter surprise, placed the pair of shoes in front of her.

"Your feet must hurt, wear them,"

She looked up, only to be greeted by his dazzling smile. The garden lights weren't exactly bright and the light cast upon his face accentuated his facial features perfectly. She looked down at the pair of shoes and back at him.

Just then, his digital watch beeped. The clock had struck twelve.

He jerked his head in the direction of the shoes, urging her to wear them. Reluctantly, she took off her heels, and slid her feet into his shoes which were obviously a few sizes bigger than her feet size. Standing up, she tried walking around in it, only to find the shoes slipping with every step she took. As she continued to walk, she heard a muffled giggle. Turning her head around swiftly, she saw him covering his mouth, trying his best not to laugh at the cute scene unfolding in front of him. A formal dress with men's court shoes - not something you would see everyday.

She pouted a little, knowing that something along this line would happen. Walking back to the bench slowly, she sat down beside him once again, this time, staring at the pair of shoes she was wearing.

"C'mon, let's head back,"

He stood up, offering his hand to her. She held onto it almost immediately.

It was a sight to behold. Him in his socks, and her, looking utterly awkward in his shoes, walking along the road back home, lit by nothing but the silver moonlight.

- The End-